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Artist: Snow Tha Product f/ Ohana Bam
Album:  Half Way There...Pt. 1
Song:   Get Down Low
Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com 

[Intro: Ohana Bam]
Uh, look

[Chorus: Ohana Bam]
Get down, get down low
Uh, you know how that go
You gon' drop it to the flo'
Uh, but, you know how that go
Uh, uh, get down, get down low
Get down low, all the way to the floor
Get down low, all the way to the floor
Get down low, all the way to the floor
Get down low, get down low - get down, get down low
Said get down low, all the way to the floor
Get down low, all the way to the floor
Get down low, all the way to the floor
Get down low - get down, get down low

[Snow Tha Product]
Look, sup bitch? Sup hoe?
Good game, cut throat
Shorty say that she love thugs, oh
She better say no names if she got cuffs on
Lately I just do it for the fuck of it
Eyeliner's so sharp that it'll cut a bitch
If it's Henny then of course I'll take a cup of it
Good luck gettin me to give a fuck again
In out and in out of state
I've been eatin good, never been out of shape
But I've been out and sent out some bitches with weight
Better get out the pen now and print outs the pay
I be in out and in out and in out of planes
I don't trip out but trip out to get out of lane
Bitches hatin on me, better sit down and wait
Better get down cause this round gon' hit y'all and SPRAY!
Bitch, get back 'fore I blocka
You a bad bitch, I'm a bad muh'fucker
Tell the valet bring the keys, bring the truck up
When you talk to me you better stand up and look up
Woo! Hoe get back cause I'm back now
Top producers bring these A1 tracks out
We about to make these motherfuckers black out
Mamacita make and bake and makin cash now
Get down low!

[Chorus]

[Snow Tha Product]
Look, Snowy oh I spit that hot fire
If you ain't heard you got a cross wire
You ain't been on no shit that's not hard
You ain't gettin no cake sweetheart, that's Pop-Tart
You don't got it down like moi
When I spit bars, leave 'em all in awe
5-foot tall but the aura large and in charge
I'm a boss, leave your broad like, "God!"
Little mamacita got a lot of grip
They be noticin I talk about economy
Have you seen the Mexicana with the dollars in?
I get the cheese, I ain't lactose intolerant
So follow me when I get out bags and get out masks and uh
Get out gats and get that cash and run
Hit that gas and hit that armored truck
Just sit back and flip that in a month
Like woo! Ain't I tell y'all I'm here?
Ain't I tell y'all I'm runnin up and bustin on 'em?
Ain't I say this my year?
Ain't I tell y'all I'm comin up and stuntin on 'em?
Cause I've been on the phone closin deals
I've been talkin 'bout how we gon' flip and we gon' spend it
Uh, I don't care if I'ma go legit
or if I'ma come in ski mask, bitch I'ma get it
Look, get down low!

[Chorus]